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“I got his best friend jumped. He had a friend who was a piece of shit. He’d steal, lie, hit women, crowd-kill at shows, and target women specifically. He lied about getting kicked out to get money off people, then used that money for concert tickets. He’d crash at people’s houses and steal from them. He’d sexually assault girls who were 16, whilst he was 19. Everyone knew this, and they isolated him and even jumped him a few times for showing his face. He had no friends except for my ex, who was adamant he was innocent.”
“I grew up in a rough area, predominantly around metalheads, punks, and bikers. These types of people protect women and vulnerable people like their lives depend on it, so when they found out what he does to women, they wanted him jumped. But they had no idea where he was or what he looked like.
He messaged me a lot, even after I told him to stop and said he made me uncomfortable. So when my friend, a scary 6’5 buff man with tattoos, asked me how to find him, I told him. I messaged him and arranged to meet up for a show, claiming I’d pay for him.
He meets up with me, and I lead him around a corner, where four of my friends are waiting for him. I then turned around and left, knowing what was going to happen. My friends thanked me for helping them and the guy was jumped. He gave back all the money he owed over the course of a year and left town. And to this day, no one knows I helped them or that they couldn’t have done it without me. We agreed to never speak of it, and I never told my partner, who was devastated over it. And I never will; the bastard deserved it.
The moral of the story is don’t be an asshole. Karma will catch up.”
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